We’re headed home today, my man and me. Up and around curvy roads that are not my friend. I know the road and every bend up that mountain like the back of my hand. I could drive it with my eyes closed. Probably have. I am terrified of heights and scenic views. Always have been.
The air will feel crisp and cool to us “southern folk”.
Memories will swell over me when I get my first breath of that sweet sweet smell of mountain air. Mountain laurel blooms spilling across the ridge.
“We often hold on to memories, places, people, and things because there’s something of home in them.” Amber C. Haines~Wild In The Hollow
I’ll bask in my Mama’s love. Spend time with my Sis and her family. Visit a friend or two. Walk the streets downtown.
Worship Sunday in the church where I first cut my teeth on Baptist doctrine. Was mentored by the Pastor’s wife. Attended my first Ladies Bible Study.
We missed the fourth of July trip. Family time underneath the carport. The small town parade.
Those are the kind of things that take you back. The kind of things we love to do. Simple. Small, yet fills you with the feeling of something big.
We once set on a sidewalk curb in the little town of Booklet, Georgia. Ate barbecue ribs. Licked the sticky right off our hands. Listened to “Shorty and The Pea Pickers” play Wreck of the the Old 97 and other country songs of old.
I impressed my man with my knowledge of those old songs. That’s the kind of thing you know when you have a father that chases the drink and plays his music in the smoke filled honkey tonk.
I still love country music to this day. Sitting on the sidewalk curbs. Watching parades. Could be because it takes me back to something of home.
We have been blessed to live in few small towns. Loved them all. Built community. Loved big. Was loved in return. Left a piece of us in each place.
On top of that ole mountaintop and down below, there was always a restlessness deep in my soul. Something I was always chasing. But couldn’t quiet grasp.
I held the love of Jesus within. On the outside wore the “look” of good.
There was still a gaping hole in my heart. The need to wander stirring deep within. Not quiet knowing what I was longing for. Came near to being swallowed up by the drink myself.
I began to pray Psalm 37:4…”Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart.” AMP version
When I asked God to make Him the desire of my heart, my life began to transform from within.
The emptiness began to fill. I fell in love. With HIM.
No more wandering. I found that deep and hidden place I was longing for buried ‘neath the hard of life and every grudge I held tight too. Eternity was planted deep within my heart. Layers and layers to peel back and remove to get just a peep. A bit more day by day peels away.
…”God has planted eternity in the hearts of men…” Ecclesiastes 3:10 TLB
I found home. It was there all along. I fell so in love. I can’t wait to see Him.
“I can only imagine what it will be like when I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see when your face is before me
Surrounded by Your Glory what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of You be still…”
I Can Only Imagine~MercyMe
So as we wind our way up the mountain, I will imagine what my forever home will be like. Seems so close when you’re standing that high overlooking the valley below.
Graced by God